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And as if this isn't all awful enough, we already being subjected to the updated version of "my parents supported me in my personal, not-imposed-by-them-at-all decision to devote every waking moment of my childhood starting at the age of 2 to be a gold medalist" in commercials for Bounty paper towels. I got as far as "Mom was on board with turning the living room into an ice rink" when I hit the mute.

Because nothing sells paper towels like the celebration of systematic child abuse, I guess.

Meanwhile in the real world, important things are being put on the back burner so that non-entities can whip people into a nationalistic frenzy. This is a peril that Orwell saw years ago when he questioned the usefulness of this sort of display.

George Stephanopolous didn't use his first question to Putin to ask about the country's vicious anti-homosexual agenda or even terrorism. No, it was "are you going to make a personal bet with President Obama on which nation will win the most gold medals?"

Because yeah being a brutal dictator is bad and all, but let's at least start on the lighter side. Sick.

'Is there anything good on C-SPAN?' - LOL! Seriously though, with all these verifiable terrorist threats, the clear persecution of gay men and women, and Putin acting like everything's 'just great!' while, at the same time, US athletes are told not to wear anything showing they're from the US...how many more warning signs and red flags do we need? There will be another Olympics - I usually don't pander to fear mongers, but the games aren't even for two weeks and already it's pretty clear this is going to go badly. How can any of these athletes play with a clear focus on their abilities while wondering if their stadium is going to blow up or if they're so on edge they won't be able to sleep?

I guess I wonder if any nations are going to say 'forget it...these games are not worth our athletes lives, or their loved ones' lives.'

Did you see where Putin and his posse went to the tiger preserve, where a half-grown cub crawled into his lap and clawed two of his ministers of oppression? I'm just watching highlights to see Bob Costas' eye melt and if Johnny Weir comes out in a flapper dress.

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